Home
Cyara, Sahar, Taeron and Kasinda
She stood tall, as tall as her short frame would allow, with rich red locks curling down her spine only to pause at her narrow set waist. Her high arched cheek bones were littered with pallid skin, but no freckles danced over her pale features. Her ears, like other elves of her kind, were pointed at the ends, but could not been seen behind the wild locks that framed her face.
Slight as her frame was, her arms were as limber as they were slender, and she walked with an easy pace. A bow and quiver of arrows rested over her left shoulder, most of the arrows missing or broken at the ends.
Her long forest green shirts flowed to the ground, just above the dirt floors and was as clean as weeks of travel could allow.
But hidden behind all this beauty was a tired soul. Her feet ached after days of travel, her eyes were heavy and she needed to rest. But if she stopped, Sahar knew she wouldn't be able to continue.
The huge set dragon, coloured as dark as the night sky, paced beside her. She hummed with worry, her large dish like eyes flickering to her every moment and sighed, knowing that her rider put her children before her own well being. That was the only reason the 10 year old twins were sitting on her back at that moment, knowing that Sahar wouldn't have it any other way. Cyara wished she was bigger, but even at over 100 years old, she still wasn't big enough to carry three wriggling people.
"Hush Cyara, we are close now...I will be okay," she whispered to the motherly dragon, "not long to go now."
And she spoke the truth. The forests were more alive now, the closer they got to the elven power. The roads seemed more familiar, even to her tired mind. And she had trust in her dragon, who knew the sky and the land then any land bidden creature alive.
***
Hours came and went, the travelling group growing more excited as well as tired as they continued onwards. The children no longer their proud, playful selves were more quiet, gazing upon their mother with worry, but they knew that their father was not to far in the distance.
"How far now Mama?" questioned Kasinda, her kind soul large enough fill the world while her brother snorted at her question.
"Not far sweetie," came the whispered reply.
"You said that hours ago!" challenged the impatient Taeron, bouncing in place until the soft growl of warning from Cyara set him in place, "sorry Mum...I just want to see Dad!"
"I know," she sighed "I know."
Though the talking, they passed over the top of the last steep hill they would cover. The town they sought now rested below them, mingled within the trees and landscape. A sigh of relief left the young mother, her hand resting over her kindly heart.
"Home," she whispered, smiling for the first time in weeks as the children leapt from Cyara's back and charged at the family home.
She stood tall, as tall as her short frame would allow, with rich red locks curling down her spine only to pause at her narrow set waist. Her high arched cheek bones were littered with pallid skin, but no freckles danced over her pale features. Her ears, like other elves of her kind, were pointed at the ends, but could not been seen behind the wild locks that framed her face.
Slight as her frame was, her arms were as limber as they were slender, and she walked with an easy pace. A bow and quiver of arrows rested over her left shoulder, most of the arrows missing or broken at the ends.
Her long forest green shirts flowed to the ground, just above the dirt floors and was as clean as weeks of travel could allow.
But hidden behind all this beauty was a tired soul. Her feet ached after days of travel, her eyes were heavy and she needed to rest. But if she stopped, Sahar knew she wouldn't be able to continue.
The huge set dragon, coloured as dark as the night sky, paced beside her. She hummed with worry, her large dish like eyes flickering to her every moment and sighed, knowing that her rider put her children before her own well being. That was the only reason the 10 year old twins were sitting on her back at that moment, knowing that Sahar wouldn't have it any other way. Cyara wished she was bigger, but even at over 100 years old, she still wasn't big enough to carry three wriggling people.
"Hush Cyara, we are close now...I will be okay," she whispered to the motherly dragon, "not long to go now."
And she spoke the truth. The forests were more alive now, the closer they got to the elven power. The roads seemed more familiar, even to her tired mind. And she had trust in her dragon, who knew the sky and the land then any land bidden creature alive.
***
Hours came and went, the travelling group growing more excited as well as tired as they continued onwards. The children no longer their proud, playful selves were more quiet, gazing upon their mother with worry, but they knew that their father was not to far in the distance.
"How far now Mama?" questioned Kasinda, her kind soul large enough fill the world while her brother snorted at her question.
"Not far sweetie," came the whispered reply.
"You said that hours ago!" challenged the impatient Taeron, bouncing in place until the soft growl of warning from Cyara set him in place, "sorry Mum...I just want to see Dad!"
"I know," she sighed "I know."
Though the talking, they passed over the top of the last steep hill they would cover. The town they sought now rested below them, mingled within the trees and landscape. A sigh of relief left the young mother, her hand resting over her kindly heart.
"Home," she whispered, smiling for the first time in weeks as the children leapt from Cyara's back and charged at the family home.
